there once was a calm certain celibacy
a timeworn truancy of ******
verve substance , a quiet self serving
noted subservience to not all were satiated,
the duly noted societal
quiet under the table
observance of tension
quick and taut still,
unnamed
but in the darkest alleyways,
now , these days
the  revisionists the purveyors
of common law hold
jurisprudence over moral
things
sin is sin by the way
**** are **** and should not be jiggled
callously,
***** to the wall I jockoundly
bounce my three ***** and hefty scent upward
to a backboard
it just makes no sense.